No lie, ever since I moved into my house, I’ve worked more during each weekend than I have been at my actual job. At least in the sense of doing things that physically tire me out versus my cushy office job that I do almost entirely while sitting down in a chair.
But ever since I moved in, just about every single weekend has been marathons of painting, moving things, assembling things, installing things, unpacking boxes, taking trash out, and other time-consuming tasks that have me scratching my head wondering where the days go, and why is it 10 p.m. already? I am so over painting now, and I hope to not have to do any more painting for several, several years, although I can already think of areas of my house in which builder beige will not be tolerated in the long run.
Weekends fly by with me scarcely getting any substantial computer time, and by the time I do mundane things like checking my email or looking at Facebook, I’ve usually got a lot of new email and my Facebook feed has several days’ worth of peoples’ mundane status updates and inconsequential humblebrags and notifications. Aside from the shit I can play on my phone, I haven’t touched a video game in weeks, and I haven’t played League since my desk and my desktop were still at the old apartment.
The thing is though, this isn’t me complaining at all about it. It’s entirely factual that I’ve been busier on weekends than I am during the week, but ultimately, there’s a sense of gratification and reward with every task I finish and progress made towards the ultimate completion of moving in.
For the most part, I’m setting up my home in a manner in which I want it, with all the little ideas and plans that I wanted to do in the past, but already resigned myself to knowing that I shouldn’t do them in my old house since I knew we were on our way out. But now, since I know that I don’t really plan on going anywhere for a substantial amount of time, I have carte blanche to set things up in ways that I hope will become static and permanent, and in optimal configurations to where I don’t feel the need to change things for a little while.
Wiring, networking, furniture configurations and laying out rooms, these are all decisions and choices being made with an eventual goal of being close to perfect and enjoyable for not just myself but for all those who come and visit and hang out.
Some things, like assembling furniture and painting rooms are substantial tasks that chew up a lot of time and physical effort, but then there are a lot of little things I’ve been enjoying lately, like looking for small fixtures and little touches that complete rooms and areas of the house. Currently, I’ve been diving into antique stores and flea markets, looking for an ideal vintage wooden table that will serve dual purpose as a piece to display my gramophone and discreetly stash the cable modem and its cords. Yeah, I know it makes me sound old, taking enjoyment of antique shopping, but I really am seeing lots of little things that inspire visual inspiration towards things I can do with my new house.
And then there are things like completing my dining room that bring me a lot of satisfaction and gratification towards being a homeowner. I think there’s a pretty stark contrast between the before-and-after of what my dining room used to be, and what I managed to turn it into.
The bottom line is that my new home is occupying a lot of my time these days, and that’s primarily why I feel like I’ve been mostly absent from as frequent writing, catching up on television shows that aren’t Game of Thrones, being on social media or playing League of Legends. I’m barely even paying attention to other things I like, like baseball or professional wrestling. But I’m working hard towards bigger objectives, and I’m hoping to have a baller home that I will enjoy for years to come and hope to entertain all sorts of friends and family along the way, even if it means working my ass off in the present.
I guess I’m pretty old now. 😑
